Translation of the song lyrics Tak Samo - Grzegorz Turnau

Tak Samo (original)

Takiej drugiej nocy
Nie bdziesz ju mia
Takiej aski bogw
Nie bdziesz ju mia
Takiego nieba penego gwiazd
Nie bdziesz ju mia
Gwiazdy i planety
Stacie na chwil
Na t jedn chwil,
Ktrej powiem: trwaj!
Ale gwiazdy, planety
Wiruj w przestrzeni
Ale ciao przemija jak noc
Takiej drugiej nocy…
Takiej drugiej chwili
Nie bdziesz ju mia
Kto chce, by go kochaa,
Nie moe by nigdy ponury
I musi potrafi ci unie na rku
Wysoko do gry
(kto chce, bym go kochaa)
Kto chce, bym go kochaa,
Musi umie siedzie na awce
I przyglda si bacznie robakom,
I kadej najmniejszej trawce
(kto chce, by go kochaa)
Musi te umie ziewa,
Kiedy pogrzeb przechodzi ulic,
Gdy na procesjach tumy pobone
Id i krzycz.
… kto chce, bym go kochaa
Musi umie pieska pogaska,
I mnie umie pieci,
I mia si, i na dnie siebie
Y sodkim snem bez treci,
I nie wiedzie nic, jak ja nie wiem,
I milcze w rozkosznej ciemnoci,
I by daleki od dobra,
I rwnie daleki od zoci.
Kto chce, bym go kochaa,
Nie moe by nigdy ponury
I musi potrafi mnie unie na rku
Wysoko do gry
(kto chce, by go kochaa)
Kto chce, bym go kochaa
Takiej drugiej nocy
Nie bdziesz ju mia
Takiej aski bogw
Nie bdziesz ju mia
Takiego nieba penego gwiazd
Nie bdziesz ju mia
Takiej drugiej chwili
Nie bdziesz ju mia

Tak Samo (translation)

Such a second night
You won't have any more
Such grace of gods
You won't have any more
Such a sky full of stars
You won't have any more
Stars and planets
You stand for a while
For one moment,
To whom I will say: continue!
But the stars, the planets
Whirl in space
But the ciao passes like night
Such a second night ...
Such a second moment
You won't have any more
Who wants her to love him
He can never be glum
And he must be able to lift you on your arm
High for the game
(who wants me to love him)
Who wants me to love him
He must be able to sit on the bench
And he watches the worms closely,
And every little grass
(who wants her to love him)
He must also yawn,
When the funeral passes the streets,
When the crowds were slain in the processions
Go and scream.
... who wants me to love him
He must be able to stroke the dog,
And he knows how to get me
And he laughed, and at the bottom of himself
A sweet dream without meaning,
And it knows nothing if I don't know
And I'm silent in the blissful darkness
And far from good,
And also far from being angry.
Who wants me to love him
He can never be glum
And he must be able to lift me on his arm
High for the game
(who wants her to love him)
Who wants me to love him
Such a second night
You won't have any more
Such grace of gods
You won't have any more
Such a sky full of stars
You won't have any more
Such a second moment
You won't have any more